Tevez is slowly turning the tank little by little, because this is not at a crossroads but a T-shaped road, just like a car turning around in a one-way single lane, it needs to be slowly and little by little.
Move the position, now it has moved less than half, it will probably take a while.
"Is it because of the watermelon rind?" Taking advantage of the break, Yu Yang looked through the periscope and saw clearly that there seemed to be a piece of watermelon rind at Marcelo's feet. He touched his head and thought briefly.
If nothing else, the unlucky Marcelo may have died because he stepped on the watermelon rind he dropped, and after a series of things happened, he was pierced through the chest by 56's triangular thorn.
The only possibility is that Marcelo's death will be counted on his head. Otherwise, Yu Yang really can't figure out how he can kill a host. Could it be that he drove out casually a few minutes ago?
A shot, and then who knows what happened to that bullet, and then killed a host?
Yu Yang was thinking about the reason why he killed just now, while Okamoto kept wailing. He now somewhat understood what Yu Yang said about his feeling of making his life worse than death, but now he felt that his life was worse than death.
Okamoto's wound kept bleeding, and the huge pain made him want to die immediately, but he was not willing to die so easily. He picked up the weapon several times and wanted to commit suicide, but he put it down again.
It took more than twenty seconds for Tevez to finally adjust the direction of the tank. The tank convoy was facing the direction of the path: "Yu, the front of the car has been adjusted, what are we doing now?" Tevez actually already knew that Yu
What did Yang want to do? He rubbed his palms and was eager to try.
"Leave the rest to me. Just keep an eye on the guy in front of you and don't let him commit suicide!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he gave up his position and motioned to Tevez to give up the driving seat.
"Isn't this not good? We are in a fighting area. There is danger here at any time. Yu..." Before Tevez could finish his words, he was pulled out by Yu Yang. Generally speaking, tank drivers are not in stature.
Tall, after all, the tank space is a bit narrow, and people with relatively short stature will have more room to move around.
After Tevez saw Yu Yang's actions, he stood up from the driver's seat with a wry smile. Yu Yang must be determined to drive a tank. Although he is now in a combat zone, the surrounding area seems to have been cleared, so there should be no
There will be big problems.
"What gear is it in now? I'm going to slow down the car a little, and slowly let this damn guy feel the fear of death!"
Yu Yang looked at it for a while, and it seemed that Tevez was driving the tank very fast just now. He wanted to drive over slowly, so that Okamoto could slowly and slowly feel the fear of death, instead of running over him directly.
"I have adjusted it. It is now in first gear. Drive slowly. If you drive slower, the tank will stop!" Just after Tevez finished speaking, he saw Okamoto Sakata holding a rifle in his hand, but it was not
Instead of aiming at the tank, he was preparing to aim at himself. It looked like he was preparing to commit suicide.
"Oh, this guy actually wants to commit suicide. I'll break his hand!" Tevez said while controlling the machine gun. A bullet accurately hit Okamoto Sakata's weapon-holding hand and arm.
Directly interrupted, Yu Yang looked through the driver's periscope and clearly saw the way Okamoto Sakata's arm was hit by a large-caliber bullet.
"Hehehe, you are so naive if you want to commit suicide in front of Uncle Tevez!" Tevez said as he pulled the trigger. The bullet traced Okamoto's body sideways. It was very close, but it was
He never killed this guy. This was to intimidate Okamoto and make the courage he had just gained go out again.
Okamoto Sakata wants to commit suicide now, but there is no way. His legs are disabled and his hands are disabled. It is very rare for him to remain conscious now, but Okamoto hopes that he has passed out now, because he saw
A more terrifying scene.
Yu Yang sat in the driver's seat and gently stepped on the accelerator. The tank moved forward slightly, and then returned to its previous position without moving at all. If not everyone in the car could feel the shaking, no one would know it.
The tank moved.
While Tevez was staring at Okamoto Sakata, after feeling the movement of the tank, he immediately shouted: "Yu, Tank is not your Asian girl, Tank is a Russian girl, understand? You have to use force and move lightly, he won't feel it at all."
None, even if you step on it hard, you can only reach a speed of five kilometers per hour!"
After hearing Tevez's words, Yu Yang immediately stepped down hard. The tank engine roared like a beast, and the vehicle began to move forward little by little. Whether Tevez's words were rude or not, the tank
Sure enough, just like European and American big girls, they need strength, not gentleness. Wildness is their nature.
"Okamoto, I'll give you one last chance, don't tell me yet!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he slowly released the accelerator a little, and the speed of the vehicle slowly dropped a little, and drove in a little bit.
In the small road, most of the car body was still outside the small road, but I don't know whether it was because the tank made too much noise or something else, but it seemed that Okamoto didn't hear Yu Yang's words.
"Yu, the tank is a bit noisy. You can use a loudspeaker, here!" Tevez took out a loudspeaker from the car and handed it to Yu Yang.
"OK, pay attention to him. As long as he holds a weapon, shoot him to death. I'll talk to him!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he opened the hatch of the cab and pointed a loudspeaker at Okamoto Sakata.
cried out again.
"Okamoto Sakata, I'll give you one last chance. If you say it now, I can give you a whole body. If you don't say it, don't blame me for being rude!"
After finishing speaking, Yu Yang stepped on the accelerator again as if to demonstrate. The tank increased its speed a little, and the distance from Okamoto was less than twenty meters.
"I won't tell you even if I die. If you want to complete the hidden mission, just dream about it!" Okamoto Sakata weakly said to Yu Yang.
The voice was so soft that Yu Yang couldn't hear it clearly, but from Okamoto's expression, he could definitely tell that it wasn't a nice thing to say. Instead, it was more of a mockery, as if he was mocking Yu Yang.
"Let's see how long you can keep your words!" He returned to the cab and concentrated on driving the tank. Through the observation port, he could clearly see the distance between himself and Okamoto Sakata. The distance between the two people was already very close, twenty meters.
Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters!
Although Okamoto Sakata was very tough in his words, when he saw the tank slowly rolling towards him, he was also filled with fear. He struggled to crawl back little by little, trying to get around the tank's tracks.
, don’t want to be crushed to death by a tank.
Sorry, I stayed up late last night to take care of you, and I just woke up now. Hey, hey, how about the ending that Okamoto Sakata must die tragically?
